A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Andrea gets a surprise visit in the middle of the night by her drunk ex.
A collaboration on autumn experiences with @skye! Enjoy!
The not-so-pretty consequences of binge drinking.
Contains strong language and raw truth.
Bakugou gets drunk and confesses his love for you.
Sure you might have travelled by plane, train, and automobile BUT have you ever travelled by bottle?
โIn the lionโs den, petals fall and smiles scream.โ
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
WATTPAD User: _MaddieHatter_
*A preview of the chapters of the first book I published on Wattpad, this morning.
Go ahead and take a look at โDreamkeeperโ, if youโre intrigued by this preview! I would...
Iโm not waiting.
Wrote this drunk. Published it drunk. Cus Iโm in my feelings and regretting giving this man the time of day. Now itโs his loss I guess.
Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Andrea gets a surprise visit in the middle of the night by her drunk ex.
A collaboration on autumn experiences with @skye! Enjoy!
The not-so-pretty consequences of binge drinking.
Contains strong language and raw truth.
Bakugou gets drunk and confesses his love for you.
Sure you might have travelled by plane, train, and automobile BUT have you ever travelled by bottle?
โIn the lionโs den, petals fall and smiles scream.โ
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
WATTPAD User: _MaddieHatter_
*A preview of the chapters of the first book I published on Wattpad, this morning.
Go ahead and take a look at โDreamkeeperโ, if youโre intrigued by this preview! I would...
Iโm not waiting.
Wrote this drunk. Published it drunk. Cus Iโm in my feelings and regretting giving this man the time of day. Now itโs his loss I guess.
Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.